The Buried God


Half buried in sand the idol lies
The many arms spread about the wheel
It offers a blessing and a boon

Devotees have long fled this land
Of heathens, ruins and heartless men
Life once did flourish like the lotus hand
But the wheel ought turn to the other when

The second limb offered fire's rage
Either you be the flame or ashes
The history it seems is man's cage
The god dances midst as he sings and lashes

Idol's irony is lost upon fate
To create one must embrace demolition
To be one has to let other be late
Alas, the devotees knew not this revelation!

The idol has heard his devotees's cries
Yet gods no longer their forms reveal
So learn what you can from god adorned with moon.

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